When Life is Stale
" When I kept silent, my bones grew old through my groaning all the day long. 4 For day and night Your hand was heavy upon me; my vitality was turned into the drought of summer. Selah " Psalm 32:3-4 Reading through this Psalm this week I was prompted to see this in fresh light. David penned this psalm considering the oppressive nature of sin: when he refused to confess and repent of sin it gnawed at him day and night. The picture he paints is one wasting away in pain, a dry soul groaning in distress. A tree lacking moisture withers and dies, and the drought of summer sapped him of spiritual vitality. There are certain foods which are delicious when moist, but when the moisture dries up they become stale and unpalatable. Because of sin David's life became dry and stale. It is a strange thing how the composition of baked goods changes dramatically for the worse when exposed to air for extended periods of time. We do not need to int...